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Letter to the first poet on Mars
Do not say “red”.
Avoid mention of Ares.
In fact, don’t wax classical
at all.
Keep it simple.
Don’t drink the water.
There isn’t any.
Say there is.
Exaggerate the prospects
for terraforming.
Tell us the weather is nice.
Or, that it will be.
Wish we were there.
Tell us so.
Invent a new word
for red.
Write it.
Make a circle.
Better yet
construct a sphere.
Create a word for gravity
and place it at the center.
Empty the sky of stars.
Give us a proper beginning.
Write: "I’ve reached the summit
of Olympus Mons,”
and, “from this sacred height,
for kilometers in all directions,
I can see no God
who deals in war.”

Published in Mimesis 1 (2007)

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